Poetry Corner

Ribbon of dreams

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 Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.
 ― Charlie Chaplin
 Scalloped pink-velvet rises, 
 Dolby surrounds and amplifies
 Widescreen expands,
 the trailers begin,
 children prattle,
 folks shuffle, 
 couples conjoin in love-seats, 
 and the stranger in C7 is not alone.
 Film classification approved
 as the whistling subsides; 
 stars reflect in starry eyes
 all looking heavenward.
 Lumières' light flickers faces, 
 slowing expressions to a comic strip,
 and popcorn autopilot is 
 motion-captured in half-darkness.
 Reels turn over to relay
 epic lives on display 
 in moments of dramatic delusion
 held in collective illusion, 
 suspended somewhere between 
 art and life, wake and dream.
 The audience wears ancient masks
 as waves of laughter break,
 followed by teary farewells;
 expressions crested upside down.
 Waking to the wider world 
 its stories within stories,
 tales are told, shared, passed on,
 retelling ourselves into legend.
 Her story, his story,
 Unified in all camera angles. 

Suzanne Fairless-Aitken

 Orson Welles, 'Ribbon of Dreams' in International Film Annual no. 2 (1958) 

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